Blessed

Someday, after inkling
I had prayed
“May my hands have work
plethora”

Dreaded by the emptiness
nothing to look up to
feeling useless
zilch

Heard somehow, blessed
fixations, meetings
appointments
Toiling

People pitied
“Oh! You work too hard
Relax, look what you did
to yourself”

They, with fears and inhibitions
unaware of pleasure
dopamine rush
The fun, excitement
Bliss!

 

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